As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?
Coming down life’s highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space
Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again
Life doesn’t revolve around youIt revolves around those you love
Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others
When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time
Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint youOn the sky, on the ceiling, on the snow; on the tabletOf things eternal : love truth beauty happiness
Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness
Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do
subway stations…passengers who token through life
If you build it well, a satisfaction comesAn honor to say I built that with fidelity,Purpose, value and integrity
Save your golden days as time goes byBefore golden years expire
We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon’s evening glow
Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.
Your laughter : the drugThat cures my emotional infection
You read my words and instantly we are both connected
I tend the flowers of my mindWatering our memories as they bloom
I’d keep your beauty timeless. like a flower pressed in a book, yesI wouldn’t let it fade Folded in the chapters of my mind
As the sun sinksIt casts that silver bridgeAcross the lake
May your union be filled with loveAnnealed by passion Built on a strong foundation And tempered by time
I guess she was a life line Sewing our family fabric togetherFrom me to dad to herGave me a sense of continuity Especially when my daughter was bornAs she was slipping away
Fathers and daughters have a special bond. She is always daddy’s little girl.
Just that sons and fathersAre like mirrors and daughters are soft
I’m the cover of a book,Whose pages are still being written
Through the dark night chasing the morning lightThat headlight streaming white through the night
In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me
Had I known how sweet they wereI would have saved more of these memories
I’ve sent you roses many times. I’ve held your hand in mine
But you are still you I’m still meAnd we are still we
Always enjoyed a smile with dimplesBut time adds wrinkles to the smile
SnowWhile falling it hides your passageWhen finished it documents your path
Seems hats have been on topOf all the stages comings and goingsHelping us remember heroes and idols
Six guns rattling rattling boom boom boomWords and flags folding, folding, foldedThe knell tolls ding ding ding ding ….
At the morning’s PowerPoint It’s full of unique bullet points
Alcohol is good at disinfecting things It can clean a surface or erase memories